Rathore Series 1 ---------------------------- In the heart of Rajasthan rules Ekaksh Singh Rathore-a cold, ruthless king, the unstoppable CEO of Infinity, and the feared eagle of the underworld. His world has no room for weakness, no place for love, and no mercy for betrayal. One wrong move, and existence itself is erased. Yet, all his rules shatter the moment he sees Misthi, His Sunshine-a survivor scarred by a tragic past, a young woman who lost her parents seeking justice and carries the weight of her pain with unmatched strength. In one glance, she pierces through his iron walls, igniting a fire neither of them saw coming. What will happen when their faith in intervened ? Will she ever get love ? Will he becomes her healer? Will they spend their whole life together or destiny had some other plans ? Jump inside the story to know more !!

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧... 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫. "Please... don't do this. I'm scared," she whispered, her voice shaking, barely louder than her own heartbeat. He didn't step back. Didn't blink. A slow smirk curved his lips - not warm, not kind... the kind that made the air feel thinner. "Scared?" he said quietly, almost amused. "You should be." Her breath hitched. "I'm not going to hurt you," he continued, voice low and controlled, "unless you give me a reason to." "𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨" Top ranks ❤️ 3 #stalker 9 #dangerouslove 8 #controlling 30 April 2016

It is not a standalone. This is the continuation part two of my book The Malhotras so if you are my new reader please read the first part for the better understanding of the characters, plots and storyline.

Vikrant Shergill. The most feared gangster in the city. The moment people lay eyes on him, fear spreads like wildfire. He is no less than Yamraj himself. His dark and dangerous aura is enough to keep everyone at a distance, no girl even dares to come close to him. On the other hand, there is Anmol Mishra... innocent, soft-hearted, and completely opposite to him. Bound into a relationship with Vikrant because of her elder sister, she finds herself trapped in a world she never belonged to. Will Anmol be able to survive with a man whose life revolves around violence and bloodshed? 🇹 🇷 🇴 🇵 🇪 🇸  ➪𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ➪𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐞 ➪𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐅𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 ➪𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➪𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hoti... isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waited... for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And then... they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this time... love refuses to die.

"Once, we were a home. Now, we're just memories trying not to hurt." When love turns into distance and care becomes pain... can broken bonds ever be fixed? Or are some relationships meant to bleed forever? A story of love, guilt, separation, and the pain of unspoken emotions. Disclaimer:- :-Grammatical mistakes🙃 :-Poor english 🤧

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+